"Xiaofei, the former ghost pawn of the underworld, the identity of the real world is an unknown detective, so do you have any other specialties for our miscellaneous servants?" The eighth sat on the chair and looked at the new employee in front of him not very carefully. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hehe, good eighth master, I don't have any specialty, but I can reproduce the memory of the deceased three minutes before he died."

The mouth like a small fat sausage opened and closed, giving the eighth child the feeling of being more like two wriggling big white meat worms, which made him unhappy, but the eighth prince in the birdcage next to him liked it very much, and slapped the cage vigorously.

"Eighth Master, I think the Eighth Lord seems to be coming out." Fatty's kind reminder.

"Well, I saw it, and don't call me the eighth master anymore, you will look old when you listen to it, you can just call me the eighth master like them." The eighth child responded impatiently, and while opening the birdcage, he did not forget to remind the other party to change his name.

As soon as the eighth prince is free, how can he stop, swaying and flying to the little fat shoulder, yes, this fat man, a gluttonous bird does not need to be introduced, and he can immediately become a heart-to-heart 'fox friend and dog friend'.

To say that this eighth prince is also a wonderful flower in the Lingyuan, the eighth prince was really a real prince during his lifetime, and he didn't know what kind of wind he smoked after his death, he had to be a bird, and he did it for nearly three centuries, and the more he did it, the more comfortable he became, the more he felt that he should be a bird, and later he found himself a so-called 'master' like Lao Ba.

Therefore, over time, everyone has forgotten that the eighth prince is not only a bird, but also a skilled spirit painter.

"Order, Dad, if it's okay, we'll go out first." Xiao Fei and the eighth prince on his shoulder had a 'flying eyebrows', obviously there was something that was not easy to say, no, before the words were finished, the figure was already invisible.

The eighth child first hummed leisurely, and then shouted through the window: "Who is your father?!! ”

"Oh, Dad, that's a good nickname." A delicate and intoxicating voice came softly behind Lao Ba. Lao Bameng turned around and said flatteringly: "No, it's good if the dream beauty likes it." ”

"Eighth Prince, what do you say this dad likes about Mengxi?" Outside the building, Xiao Fei padded his feet and looked through the window to see the old eight with a flattering face and Mengxi who was dressed in red and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I don't know very well, I've only been close to Lao Ba for nearly 50 years. And Mengxi has had an almost disconnected relationship with him since he entered the Spirit Garden, and now it has been about eighty years. The Eighth Prince stuck his head out from under his wings and recalled.

"Then you haven't seen any intimate behavior between the two of them?" Xiaofei didn't believe it, a pair of eyes were rolling around, and the habits of his profession told him that there was definitely a relationship between Lao Ba and Mengxi that others didn't know.

When the eighth prince heard this, he immediately snorted coldly, "I have my own house and residence, and I'm not afraid to tell you, I usually make birds just to be lazy." ”

When Xiao Fei heard this, he secretly gave a thumbs up, and turned his head to look into the window.

The two of them were still talking in the window, and they didn't know what the eighth child said, which made Mengxi laugh again and again.

Xiao Fei was even more puzzled in his heart, thought about it, and immediately changed his momentum, and a vertical eye on his forehead slowly appeared and opened. When it was fully opened, a white light burst out, shining directly on the two people in the window, and the two of them were aware of it, but they turned their heads to look, but they were not angry, but only smiled with an unknown meaning.